I recalled the small sketch you made and carried it with me all day.

I kept your compliment from the other day and visit it often.

I thought of you while I watered the geraniums on the sill.

I smiled at the memory of you reading aloud in the kitchen.

I noticed you left the candle half-burnt and imagined your hands tending it.

I held the ribbon you braided and wished for another hour with you.

I thought of you when the postman came and brought no letter.

I remembered the cut on your thumb and worried until you answered.

I kept your sigh from our bench in my head all afternoon.

I admired the way you folded the letter and tucked it away.

I carry the memory of your walk down the lane with me.

I noticed the dent on your pocket watch and thought of you.

You left the teacup on the sill; I washed it and felt foolishly glad.

I kept your silk handkerchief in my coat pocket today and smiled at it.

I feel proud telling my sister about the time you fixed the heater.

I promise to answer the door at midnight when you come home from work.

I will carry your heavy bag up stairs without making it a thing.

I feel a simple joy when your playlist starts and I know your mood.

I want to be the one who packs your lunch when mornings are rushed.

I notice your penmanship and the way you cross your t's; it feels familiar.

I like that you reheat coffee twice and still drink it, stubborn and human.

I want to learn to fix that squeaky door hinge you always ignore.

I notice the way you tighten your shoelaces and think about small rituals.

I want to sit with you in silence and have it be enough.

I love that your jacket smells faintly of rain even after weeks.

I feel grateful when you check my hand in a crowded room.

I like you when you're impatient and tapping your foot—it's honest.

I will pick the slower lane in traffic if it means we talk longer.

I notice the tiny scar on your knuckle and it makes me protective.

I want to wake up and make coffee for you even on Saturdays.

I love that you steal fries from my plate and I never stop you.

Your chipped mug on the top shelf makes the kitchen feel like ours.

I am relieved knowing you'll be there for the dentist appointment I dread.

I saved the receipt from the butcher because you picked the good cut.

I appreciate how you dry the coffee ring from the table without asking.

I want to be the one you tell the dumb details to at midnight.

I noticed your shoelaces were untied and I tied them for you.

I keep replaying your “okay” in my head and it comforts me.

I miss the small argument we had about which film to watch.

I smiled at your old sweater draped over the chair and thought of you.